He'll take everything he can get, and he knows it's never ending. All the attention, all the care, all the overwhelming droves of love his demon can give him. But he won't do so selfishly, no, he will give back everything he has, everything he can offer, his mind, his love, his body, his touch. Everything he has, he will give him, all in return for the same.

The angel pulls in a breath, feeling himself full, that familiar bliss, head tilting back in a pleasant shudder, his eyes only close for a moment, not wanting to break their shared gaze for long. He knows it'll be a little more difficult as they go on, but that's alright.

"Yes." Aziraphale murmurs under his breath, his free hand coming up to rest on the demon's cheek in the gentlest touch, brushing his fingers back into his hair, conjuring up enough words and coherence to even begin to show how he feels. "All I want is you, my love. All of you. If everything else were to burn, I'd be happy with just you, just like this."

His fingers dig into the demon's red hair, where they belong. "Please, Crowley..."